Aluminum

Whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa!

It's too late to tell me what you think
I've been out since you took everything
Aluminum sticking out of your pocket
Broken straw, but we should have just shot it

I'll wake and listen to you speak
Nodding out and you forget to breath
Oh, fuck! I thought he was joking
God no, I think we just lost him

Okay, I guess I'm living rough
And all these drugs won't get me high enough
Aluminum all over your windows
Broken gun pointed at my temple

And you said that I could be something
And we both know that you mean nothing
Aluminum all over my window
Loaded gun pointed at my temple

Aluminum all over my windows
Broken gun pointed at my temple
Aluminum all over my windows
Loaded gun pointed at my temple